“What he’s got is one of those lucky gorings.” His gloved hand pointed to the straight line of the torn flesh. “It’s as good a goring as one could wish for if you were wishing for a good goring. The bad ones are the ones that tear in and change angles. Those are the messy ones, the dangerous ones. But I don’t want you to think this is nothing. It is the result of foolishness. Not the beast’s, but the man’s. The beast is led into the ring – the man walks in himself.”
Shadow of a Bull by Maia Wojciechowska
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